Chapter 90 Vulgarity He does indeed have many vulgar thoughts right now.
The carriage was cramped and narrow. Cui Ying was pulled and stumbled, suddenly bumping into a solid chest.
The tassels on the curtain swayed, and the crisp scent of soap instantly enveloped her. The warm aura unique to the young man surrounded her, completely enveloping her.
"Ouch...it hurts so much." Cui Ying gasped, unable to understand how a person's body could be so stiff, and struggled to pull her hand away.
Xiao Qiyu didn't let go; his grip on her wrist only tightened. His fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist, feeling her throbbing pulse, and gently caressed it.
"Avoiding me?"
He spoke, his voice lower than usual, as cold as frost.
Cui Ying raised her head, meeting his gaze fiercely. Her amber pupils, illuminated by the sunset glow outside the window, were exceptionally clear and bright. She said menacingly, "Who's avoiding you?"
Xiao Qiyu casually put down the storybook, leaned forward slightly, his broad shoulders blocking most of the sunset light from the window, tilted his head to look at the blushing girl, and slowly asked, "Then why did you run away?"
He already possessed a stunningly beautiful face, and now, bathed in the glow of the sunset, with his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, he was even more captivating, as if he were truly just asking a casual question, and all the speculations of others were misunderstandings.
"I forgot my things."
Cui Ying made up some excuses and was still trying to pull her hand back. As her sleeves swayed, a sweet fragrance quietly spread throughout the carriage.
Xiao Qiyu's breathing quickened slightly.
After struggling for a while, seeing that she couldn't break free, Cui Ying tried to use her other hand to support her body. It was in this moment of distraction that she realized something was wrong.
When she was pulled into the carriage, her head was already against Xiao Qiyu's chest, and her body was naturally buried between his knees. At this moment, even if she could free her hands, there was nowhere to hold on to—except for his legs.
Cui Ying frowned, and subconsciously withdrew her outstretched hand.
"Did you forget something?"
Xiao Qiyu pressed on, leaning forward slightly, and before they knew it, the distance between them had grown even closer.
Cui Ying tilted her head back, feeling the warm breath from the other person brush against her lips, making them a little dry. She subconsciously licked her lips.
She arrived dressed in her finest attire, with her hair styled in a cloud-like bun adorned with gold hairpins. Naturally, she had also applied makeup, and her full, vibrant lips, moistened with saliva, looked even more delicate and alluring, as tender as cherries.
Being so close, Cui Ying could clearly see Xiao Qiyu's Adam's apple bob slightly.
For some inexplicable reason, she thought of the day they kissed passionately in the treasury room, when his Adam's apple bobbed in the same way.
"Forget it, it's not important. Forget it if you want." Cui Ying turned her face away and stopped looking at him. Her heart was beating faster at this moment. Just as she was about to raise her voice and say a few more threatening words, Xiao Qiyu suddenly released her wrist.
The wrists, which had been tightly bound, were suddenly freed, but felt empty and uncomfortable, as if something was missing.
Cui Ying felt a little uncomfortable. She raised her long, curled eyelashes slightly and looked down at the still-hot, red finger marks on her wrist.
Xiao Qiyu sat quietly, his gaze already turned to the window, his face calm and expressionless.
The calmer he was, the more ashamed and annoyed Cui Ying felt about his own panic.
She bit her lower lip, steeled herself, suppressed the inexplicable panic in her heart, and when she looked up, she had already put on her usual carefree demeanor. She reached out and slapped Xiao Qiyu's thigh to support herself as she stood up.
The flesh felt hard to the touch, and he could feel the warmth of the muscles even through the fabric. Cui Ying forced himself to remain calm and got up to sit down next to Xiao Qiyu.
She deliberately created some distance between them and asked casually, "What are you doing in this car?"
Xiao Qiyu turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes lingering on her feigned composure.
He said casually, "Grandmother said the banquet ended late today, and it's dark and cold on the road, so she asked me to come and pick you up so you can go home early."
Cui Ying gave an "Oh" in a very natural tone and also looked out the window.
The carriage set off, and there was a moment of silence in the carriage, with only the soft sound of the wheels rolling over the ground.
Xiao Qiyu suddenly spoke up again: "By the way, the headmaster of Luming Academy ran into me yesterday and asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that the students in the West Campus miss you very much and are asking if you will still be going to teach in the future."
Cui Ying instinctively wanted to refuse, but when she turned her head and met Xiao Qiyu's calm gaze, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. As if she had to forcefully prove something, she blurted out, "Go, why not go? I've just been a little tired lately and have only rested for a few days. I'll go teach them tomorrow."
Xiao Qiyu nodded in acknowledgment, then picked up the storybook he had just put down and continued reading.
The storybooks were the kind of social novels that Cui Ying used to like. They were nothing more than stories about talented men and beautiful women, and love between men and women. Although they were not as bold as erotic novels, they were still full of explicit descriptions.
Having not read it for quite some time, Cui Ying had long forgotten what the storybooks were about, and didn't care, pouring tea to quench his thirst.
While drinking tea, she casually glanced at the pages Xiao Qiyu was flipping through and caught a line that read, “Deeply swallow with sandalwood lips, lightly lick and slowly sip…” At first, Cui Ying didn’t react, but after reading a couple more lines, she was struck dumb and spat out a mouthful of tea as if struck by lightning.
Xiao Qiyu's hands were soaked. He casually flicked away the wet droplets, raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and turned to look at her: "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Cui Ying retorted, looking at Xiao Qiyu's still aloof and composed face. Her snow-white face flushed red, and she pointed at him, her eyes darting towards the storybook, her fingertips trembling. "You...you're lewd!"
Xiao Qiyu almost laughed out of anger.
He spread the storybook out in front of Cui Ying and said coldly, "Look carefully, this is your own stuff. If I'm vulgar, what are you?"
He suddenly leaned in, getting close to her, staring into her eyes, his nose almost touching hers, and said slowly and deliberately, with a malicious glint in his eyes: "Tell me, Cui Ying, who do you think you are?"
In the past, Cui Ying would have definitely retorted angrily, saying that he was his ancestor for eighteen generations.
But at this moment, looking at Xiao Qiyu's suddenly enlarged face and smelling his suddenly approaching aura, Cui Ying felt as if she could hardly breathe, her mind went blank, and she couldn't even think of a rebuttal.
The carriage traveled slowly all the way back to the Marquis's residence. Without saying a word, Cui Ying set all his precious storybooks on fire.
Cui Jin thought her mistress was possessed, and tears welled up in her eyes. She anxiously asked Cui Ying, "Miss, what's wrong? These are all your precious treasures! Although I don't want you to look at these things all day long... how could you suddenly burn them all!"
Cui Ying sat on the eaves, resting her chin on her hands and looking at the firelight burning in the basin. She said in a muffled voice, "Never mind that. I will turn over a new leaf and start anew."
In the past, no matter how badly these stories were written, to her, they were nothing more than two pieces of flesh bumping against each other. She would read them for fun, just to broaden her horizons.
But now, looking at those words that I've long been tired of seeing, they suddenly aren't just two pieces of meat anymore, but a kind of confusion, a feeling, a kind of curiosity...
What the hell! Why is she suddenly becoming curious about that kind of thing?!
Cui Ying seemed possessed by a ghost. He grabbed the remaining storybooks and threw them into the fire pit like hot potatoes, letting the flames lick and engulf the pages.
She shook her head vigorously, took a deep breath, and turned to instruct Cuijin, "I need to take a cold shower, it must be cold water, go prepare it now!"
Cui Jin looked at her and, though still afraid, obeyed her orders. However, fearing she might catch a cold, she quietly changed the cold water to lukewarm water. Cui Ying was in such a hurry that she didn't notice.
After taking a bath, Cui Ying felt refreshed and had no thoughts in her mind. She lay down on the couch and fell fast asleep.
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Front study.
In the stillness of the night, all was quiet, and the curtains were slightly cool from the night's dampness.
In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, Xiao Qiyu felt the curtain being gently lifted, and a sweet, fragrant breeze carrying a warm, soft body silently enveloped her.
He couldn't see her face clearly, but his intuition told him it was Cui Ying.
The girl's soft body pressed down on his chest, making him feel suffocated. His breath was filled with her sweet, soft floral scent, which was stronger and more alluring than the scent in the carriage during the day.
He wanted to push her away and ask her what she wanted to do, but his arms felt as heavy as lead, and he could only let those small hands reach into his nightgown.
Her fingers were soft, and her fingertips brushed against his skin like feathers. The ticklish sensation seeped into his flesh and made his waist and abdomen tense.
"Cui Ying... what do you want to do?" he gasped, as if in a dream, but received no response from her.
The next moment, a wave of heat and moisture suddenly enveloped his Adam's apple.
It was her lips.
She seemed to be biting, or perhaps licking, teasing and flirting, her tongue softly brushing against the pulse on his neck.
Xiao Qiyu felt as if his blood was on fire, his pulse was pounding so hard it was deafening, and his back was taut.
Finally, he could no longer bear it. He used all his strength to break free from her restraints, grabbed her hand, and tried to pin her down.
A cold wind sneaked into the window frame, causing the curtains to flutter and sway.
Xiao Qiyu suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that there was nothing beneath him, and the night outside the window was deep and dark; there was no sign of Cui Ying.
Only his nightgown was soaked with sweat, sticking stickily to his skin, and his waist and abdomen felt hot, like a ball of fire was burning inside him, making him feel like he was about to explode.
Xiao Qiyu's mouth was dry, his chest was still heaving violently, and he stared blankly at the empty space beneath him.
The warm, moist tongue and the sweet, soft aroma from his dream still lingered vividly on his body, impossible to shake off.
He rolled over and lay back down, raising his hand to press on his throbbing temples. He recalled the various events in his dream, a warm, silent sensation spreading and soaking the sheets, while the air was filled with the pungent, fishy scent of photinia flowers.
Upon realizing what he had done, Xiao Qiyu's entire body turned bright red uncontrollably.
Even more out of control, he found that he now wanted to barge into Qiyun Pavilion more than feel ashamed...
"Damn it," he hissed, his voice scalding.
Recalling the word "vulgar" that Cui Ying had used to insult him in the carriage during the day, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
She wasn't wrong to scold him.
He does indeed have a lot of lewd thoughts right now.
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Author's Note: The reviewer is extremely discerning and didn't include a single detail below the neck!! Wishing the reviewer good health, long live the author!! [Crying][Crying][Crying][Crying]
I was originally going to make it up to everyone with a 6-day workday today, but I'm just too busy, so I'll do a 3-day workday for now and make up the remaining 3,000 tomorrow. [heart][heart]
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